“Checkmate.”

Michael looked down at the chessboard and gracefully conceded to Catherine’s confident declaration.

“Yes, you won.”

“Wow! My first win this year!”

Catherine jumped up with a cheer, forgetting that she had been rubbing her sleepy eyes just moments ago. The two often played chess, but Catherine’s win rate wasn’t particularly good.

Perhaps two wins out of ten games, if that.

But one of those two wins was today, which made her feel even better. She would have recorded a 10-game losing streak if she had lost today, so narrowly avoiding that made her feel even more pleased.

Catherine shrugged her shoulders and lifted her chin proudly.

“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t lose ten times in a row?”

“Yes, quite impressive, our Cathy.”

“I’ll win the next game too, so look forward to it.”

After her bold declaration, Catherine flew to the bed like she was dancing and threw herself onto it.

As she comfortably wrapped herself in the soft bedding, sleep naturally came to her. The wine she had sipped, one glass and then another while playing chess, was also encouraging drowsiness.

“Yaaawn.”

Michael checked the time as he watched her yawn languidly.

It was certainly late. They had spent all day playing and eating, not even noticing how time had passed, and now the day was coming to an end.

He could see Catherine lying defenseless on the bed, wiggling her toes.

The white thighs clearly visible beneath her loosely fastened robe dress made his lower body tense up despite not having done anything.

Just earlier, he had been distracted by Catherine’s cleavage as she leaned forward in concentration, making it difficult for him to focus on the chess game.

The reddish marks he had left on her plump flesh were so er*tic. Though she herself seemed unaware of them…

“Ah….. I’m sleepy.”

Catherine rubbed her eyes and turned to lie on her side. Her eyes were already closed, truly seeming sleepy. Michael went behind her, gently embraced her small body, and kissed her fragrant nape.

Catherine trembled slightly and laughed like a well-fed cat. His firm hands enveloped her br*asts, which felt even more voluptuous when cupped together.

Her purring laughter changed into moans tinged with subtle heat. Lips that had climbed up her cheek captured her flower-like lips that were exhaling heated breaths.

Their tongues intertwined in an instant, exchanging saliva, and fair skin was revealed between disheveled clothes. Catherine’s body scent vibrated in the air. That decadent yet fragrant flesh smell tormented Michael.

Catherine, Catherine, Catherine.

Just rolling her name in his mouth heightened all his senses. His c*ck, so hard it felt like it might tear through his pants, was painful.

“Mmm, Michael. Mika….. Ah!”

Unable to hold back, Michael bit Catherine’s shoulder. Catherine shuddered violently and pushed him away with a shiver.

Michael gently rubbed his lips against her fair chest, which was covered with countless red marks, as if to soothe the startled Catherine.

“Haaah……”

Catherine twisted her body with a sound like that of a mating bird, forgetting that she had been squirming in surprise.

Michael gritted his teeth at that heated breathing. His lower body felt painfully about to burst. But no matter how painful it was, he couldn’t force himself on the fragile Catherine.

Somehow, the more they did it, the more thirst he felt. The more he consumed Catherine’s flesh, the more he wanted to eat. He felt like he could thrust into that smooth, chewy p*ssy and pant all night long.

It wasn’t the first time he had been surprised at how lustful and materialistic he had become.

It had happened just a little while ago too. Even in front of the solemn chessboard, just seeing Catherine’s swollen flesh had made him imagine all sorts of vulgar acts in his mind.

How many times had he imagined overturning this chessboard, bending Catherine over it, stripping off all her underwear, inserting his tongue, thrusting his fingers, and burying his c*ck in her?

He had even thought about spanking Catherine’s b*ttocks as she sobbed and panted, making her open her mouth to put his c*ck in.

To Catherine, of all people. To this small and precious Catherine.

He didn’t rush, as if k*lling his own lustfulness. Rather, he stimulated Catherine slowly, at a pace that might seem leisurely.

“Hoo, ugh….. Michael. Stop, I, stoop……”

But perhaps that was a mistake. Catherine, who had been sucking his tongue for a while, stopped him while gasping for breath. Panting heavily, she asked Michael with half-closed eyes, as if pleading:

“I’m really sleepy right now, and it still hurts down there….. Can we just sleep for now? Tomorrow, let’s do it again tomorrow. Okay?”

Michael’s c*ck was already painfully swollen to its limit, but seeing Catherine whimpering that she was in pain, he couldn’t bring himself to push further.

He had already been feeling quite self-loathing for mentally doing all sorts of things to her, and how could he forcibly spread the legs of Catherine, who was burrowing into his arms with those reddened eyes?

“…Let’s sleep, I’m so sleepy. Sleepy, Michael.”

It seemed that he was the only one who regretted this night passing.

“Tomorrow we… yes, tomorrow……”

Unaware of his feelings, Catherine was gently stroking Michael’s back as if lulling a baby.

Just like Michael had done for her last night.

But even that didn’t last more than a few seconds before her hand dropped. She seemed to have fallen asleep already, breathing softly.

“…You’re driving me crazy, Catherine.”

Where was all that talk about wanting to feel climax and provoking him…

Suddenly, he remembered how Catherine had thoroughly soaked the sheets last night. From what he knew, when a woman’s body is immersed in tremendous pleasure, it releases such abundant fluid.

Fortunately, it seemed Catherine had indeed tasted the climax she had been singing about.

‘After all that, I hope she won’t start talking about s*xual compatibility or looking for another man.’

He felt like he might become more addicted to the act that he had started to satisfy Catherine.

Why is your saliva so sweet, and why is your skin so soft?

Both her flower-like inner flesh and the honey-like love juices flowing from there seemed to be making Michael abnormal.

His current state was definitely not normal.

From the moment he shared his first kiss with Catherine, until now as he held her.

If possible, he wished he could tie Catherine to this Sunset House and be the only one to come in and take care of her.

So that no one could see her, so that she wouldn’t be curious about anyone else.

‘So that only I can cherish you, so that you depend entirely on me, like that…’

His hands holding her involuntarily tightened. Catherine, who had been stirring, called his name as if sleep-talking.

“Mmm….. Michael.”

Only then did Michael realize his mistake and loosen his grip. His mind was extremely troubled. It seemed wrong to sleep when Catherine was pressing her body close to him, squirming without knowing his feelings.

Michael firmly embraced Catherine’s soft body with one arm and covered his eyes with his free hand.

“…Ha.”

His sigh deepened. It was a dawn when he didn’t think he could easily fall asleep.

⁕⁕⁕

Catherine woke up feeling the emptiness beside her.

When she blinked her hazy eyes and opened them again, she saw a broad back moving away.

…Michael. Where are you going?

His back, clean and beautiful like his sacred name, was filled with muscles like a well-woven fabric. Each time he took a step, his muscles twisted elastically, reflecting the dim moonlight.

Catherine swept her dazed eyes over his taut b*ttocks and the firm thighs crossing beneath them as they moved.

Watching his muscles move in detail gave her a strange sense of fullness, as if she were satisfied without eating. Could a wild animal’s movements be so elegant and nimble?

Catherine unknowingly blushed and smiled broadly.

‘Is he going to wash up?’

She remembered that he had already washed before playing chess, but she didn’t think much of it. Michael liked cleanliness, so he might have wanted to wash because he felt uncomfortable after sweating during sleep.

And indeed, she could faintly hear the sound of water. She tried to fall back asleep with the water sounds as a lullaby, but once awakened, sleep didn’t return.

Catherine hugged the blanket permeated with Michael’s scent and took a deep breath.

Even without using any special perfume, Michael always had a clean, clear fragrance. It wasn’t the intense perfume scent that young nobles often used, but a very natural, clear forest-like body scent.

It feels good.

As she twisted her body while rubbing her cheek, a sound involuntarily scratched her throat. She thought it would be nice if Michael came back soon and embraced her. Then she might be able to fall asleep again…

But even after waiting for a long time, Michael showed no signs of coming out. Catherine, who had been tossing and turning, finally got up and quietly stared at the closed bathroom door.

A very quiet stillness had settled, with even the water sounds that had been heard earlier now gone. It was a while after she was staring blankly at the closed door that she felt something strange about that stillness.

“What is it……”

Why isn’t he coming?

After hesitating, Catherine got up and carefully walked toward the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

When she carefully opened the closed door and entered, she was immediately greeted by humid air.

The bathroom attached to the bedroom wasn’t very spacious, but there was a small screen hiding the wooden bathtub inside, so the interior wasn’t immediately visible.

“Mi……”

Just as Catherine was about to enter the inner area calling Michael’s name—

Slap slap, slap!

“Ungh….. Haah. Ugh, hng…!”

Michael’s moans continued along with wet sounds of something hitting the floor.

Catherine, startled and frozen like a stone, stopped in her tracks. Even her tongue, which had been moving in her mouth, froze.

“Haah, hoo… ugh….. Kuk!”

Somehow the breathing sounds were quite er*tic. Catherine, standing behind the screen, unknowingly listened intently.

‘What on earth is this sound?’

Slap slap slap, the sound of something being hit firmly was intense.

It seemed both familiar and unfamiliar. It was a strange sound that only stimulated the imagination. Catherine’s heart raced uncontrollably.